It was a balmy day inn Bathons kingdom.Quiet.Nearly silent.The little viscets down below was still getting up. But not the king. No the high and pristine leader had a rather busy day. As busy as a 'day off' would entitle. He was expecting a very special young lady to come to his castle and he was not going to allow anything to go wrong.
The dragon liked viscet snaked around the corner,leaving his chambers.Already the maids of the castle were in a huff and puff of making everything just right. Normally he would be amused by his workers being such busy bee's. The fear the elected in there eyes as they tried not to stare directly at him.But as of right now it was more annoying then anything. It was far too quiet and robotic in the castle to his liking. Too stiff and emotionless. He needed the place to look someone lived in.
The castle itself was cold.Walls curling with deep dark brimstone. The place layered with mighty tapestries that stretched on from corridor to corridor. Signifying the proud and lengthy past of each king to come. One day when his time was to pas he too would earn a tapestry to his name. He would have to remind the royal weavers to make it for more elaborate and elegant.
When he returned to the grand hall he was greeted by a full set table,set aside two plates.He was used to eating in solidarity but this time his special guest would be spending the day with him. Which hence fourth explained the extended chair. Made especially for them and them alone. Bathon sat in his spot.Wings closed up. Unlike his normal glistening battle wear he had on what could be presumed as a more regal attire. No thanks to the neighboring king's Elliot and Valentine. He had far less interest in style and presentation.
"My liege" said a smooth voice.Cracking open to the large door."May I present you with your guest,she had gotten a little lost during her trek here" he said,opening it further to reveal a soft pink child.Ears pinned up,happily looking around to see the king. Bathon savoring no emotion was giving to him,merely waving his hand and sending him off.
The small visclings glimmering wings wiggled in delight,flapping with vigor. Bathon had gotton out of his seat to greet her,picking the small thing up and holding her close to his chest. The small fairy child was laughing softly into the dragon king,hugging the behemoth of a viscet back." I do hope you had decided to show up" he said,his voice low and gravely. As if he hadn't used it for some time now."I didn't mean to make you wait,mama had to make stuff" she said.Heading to her spot at the table. These little annua meeetinings of the two had been going back ever since her mother brought him here. She had found the young baby after a particularly distressed mother abandoned it. Naturally
she had offered to bring the thing here.
Amber happily hummed at the table,paper like wings bobbing up and down at the array of food set out to her." Is that so,did you bring anything for me" bathon grabbed a roll from the table,setting it down on her plate.He was watching the small child jiggle the knapsack,holding it out to him."I brought you a pastry..me and my mama made it..she makes good pastries" she said,yanking out a small cloth covered pastry for the king.Setting it on the table. He gingerly picked it up, unraveling the material and poked at the pastry. A small little tart puff. Guess she did listen to his requests. The stoic king smiled softly ,beaming with pride as the amber looked on hopefully. "fine craftsmen shift for a beginning baker such as yourself" He shook his head and wiped the grin from his expression."yes..so,I was thinking on beginning proper training with combat such as you wanted" he sat up straight,eating the pastry."as you know people like you and I cannot get around in this world by merely being a spectral for others to look at" he looked down at the fairy,her wings twitching in confusion."what do you mean,mama already hides them as it is" she folded her wings down.Bathon stood up in his chair,flailing out the large leathery wings with pride.The red skin somewhat flexing and moving with pride and weight."We should never hide our status as a elite breed of viscets" he flapped them slightly in display,autumn doing the same."those foolish enough to disagree with me will meet the blade of my sword".Bathon closed the up,kneeling down to her level.
"they won't accept me,not now not ever" she huffed out,her ears perked down."I will always be like this,forever" Bathon shook his head.Looking at the soft translucent wings. They shone and shimmered like colorful glass,shifting the light around the as the sun peered through the window."though it may be true that this is forever...is it really such a bad thing" the usually cruel king grabbed the tiny girls paw,giving it a small squeeze." I will stop at nothing to make sure you are safe,as if you were one of my own" he stood up again,fixing the crown.
"well how come you don't get made fun of" she sniffled out.
He couldn't help but chuckle.Taking a bite out of one of the many fruits"No one whom's ever made fun of me has ever lived to see it'
Elliot adjusted the shiny golden plating on the large viscets chest.The fussy dragon grumbling at the white king's fussing and messing."Why do you think this will change the tides of war,my new recruits need a leader why does it matter if I look like a glorified statue" he said in a low rough voice,large wings twitching in anticipation.He shook his head."need I remind you half of your finely trained men comes in my carefully stylized hands" he said,placing his hands in front of his own chest.He was doing his final checks on him."it's a good thing to look your best in front of your army." he smiled and looked out the balcony windows.A perfect still setting sun dipping down to the edge of the mountains. A sort of regal peace ending a quiet easy day"
Bathon grabbed the horned helmet and tossed it to the floor. Elliots ears drew back at the loud clanging."this is all ridiculous. We could be attacked by the northern kingdom and here we are,making a fashion statement" he said,a low hiss.
"oi!" mused out the pink viscet,his red eye's glaring at the winged beast. "that is not you're place to talk to my husband like that" he moved closer to his king,placing a hand on his shoulder. Bathon's eye's narrowed at him.Not saying a word to the intimidating male figure. He closed his wings up. Submitting to the white haired mad man."whatever you say,but this is utterly ridiculous" he said,shoving the horned helmet in the hands of the cruel leader."I need to train your untrained army"
"untrained" he scoffed.His brows furrowing in disgust."You are using me and my army and you have the audacity to tell me my army is not trained" he growled out and set the helmet on the bed.Elliot shaking his head."this is not the time nor the place to get handsy" he reached out for his cape and tugged Valentine back to him."I do admit that this is all a very stressful time for all of us but butting heads is not going to solve our dilemma" he clasped his hands toghther.
